Betrayal or Survival ?

As I set foot on the soil of Dubai,
I felt a chill run down my spine,
For I knew that danger lurked around,
And the mission was not yet mine.

My aim, a traitor to the nation,
Was a man of cunning and deceit,
Leaking secrets to Pakistan,
His treachery got hard to defeat.

United with purpose and resolve,
We hatched a plan, so bold and sly,
To capture the traitor in transit,
And bring him to justice, or make him die.
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you've been a game,
which i would lose, i know.
i would learn to give you up,
and i'm still young.
i don't know how long would i go.
i would replace my frown with a smile,
though a fake one,
and i'll slowly walk away,
to remain alive in you.

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to become a poet,
be a keyboard.
suggest the words,
unpredictable and
well structured;
mess not your poetry
with forced rhymes
or rather make it
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encoded depths,
lifetime values,
and then comes
the mindset of
superficiality.

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human, world is a mess.
human world is a mess.

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and to spread f i r e s all around- lit the matches first.

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i am a beast,
do no good to me.
take me as your critic,
and now let me be mystic.
let the world be on fire,
and i'll still fulfill your desire.
i'd still love to nap
on heaven's mother's lap,
maybe, someday.

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C grades of
class two,
were somehow,
better than
treaching
your own self.

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I had a soul waiting for you much,
and i assumed you to be an angel,
sent from above.
by little, i thought you as my destiny,
maybe, we’d be sharing
an ice cream together;

now let’s be naive,
and we’ll play a game,
you stay and i leave,
or i stay, you leave;
maybe, making it temporary.

though i’ll be hating you sometimes
for those past scars,
and for those chaotic minds;

but let us celebrate
this moment together,
let's ignite, and reunite.
let’s roam again at three a.m.,
on wet empty roads,
let your fingers wrap my long curls,
and tickle my neck, as before.

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after thirteen minutes of your near-death experience,
you’ll see light, and then you’ll wake up.
nevertheless, you’ll hallucinate, yet another time.
you’ll be crowded with tons of spiders,
and all seventy species of tailless whip scorpions,
all around your room, and all o’er your body.
you’ll strive for burning yourself alive,
you’ll run, you’ll cry, you’ll switch on your adrenaline,
you’ll then lay on your bed,
with wide opened eyes, while unconscious,
and that would be the last breath of yours.

[•in captions]

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